I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.

Try a little tenderness.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

My whole life has been one big broken promise.

Some people come into your life and leave a mark.